"Er, I need you to understand that that's not normal. You could have gotten pneumonia or something!" Crowley felt like wrapping himself around Aziraphale, but obviously that wasn't an option right now, they were in the back of his brother's car. "It's not normal. And you've got no reason to repent! It's not wrong, you know? What we're doing. We are just being ourselves. In love. Just us."

Barty clanged at them in the mirror for a moment, glad to see that Aziraphale did seem to have picked a good boy. "He's gonna stay on our couch tonight, Bill. Then we can figure out what to do going forward."